A Canadian Daddy Face Fucked Me at a Hockey Game

Everyone is 18+

I’m coming up on a milestone birthday, which has made me think about my teens and twenties, and all the sexual experiences that have made me the person I am today. I thought I’d share some of these stories as this chapter of my life closes.

My names Brantley. I’m 5’7” and I have lighter brown eyes, and dark brown, soft curls, that fall over one side of my face. I’ve always been thin because I love to run and dance. I’m toned everywhere, but wouldn’t call myself muscular. I guess the only other thing I would say about myself is that I have fair skin that contrasts with my deep red lips.

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After winter break, I returned to college to start my second semester. I got back to campus a couple of days before classes began, and some friends decided to meet up at a Bruins' hockey game.

Now, I don’t care much about sports, but I do love jerseys. I think sporting events are basically a costume party for straight guys, but if a guy ever gives me their jersey, I basically swoon, especially if it smells like them.

Because I was freshly “out”, I kind of over did it at all times. In this case, I wore a cropped jersey, barely covering my stomach. It was literally freezing cold, and I thought showing skin was a must. *So stupid.*

We all show up to watch the Bruins play the Maple Leafs. I immediately froze, and started shivering after stepping out of the car. Luckily, we were in a box suite because one of my friend's dads had a company or worked for a company with season tickets. I don’t remember the dad, but I do remember the suite was warm. Thank God. Honestly, I’m only slightly smarter now, and still prioritize outfits over weather.

The game was intense and remained tied almost the whole time. I had never been to a hockey game, and was surprised by the crowd's focus, which did not pair well with my lack of understanding and sports appreciation. I was bored.

I got up to use the restroom and explore the stadium. Our suite had a private restroom in the lobby area, but it was out of order. So I took the elevator up to the main promenade. 

I found a restroom that was large and had a lot of urinals without any dividers. I’m always intimidated when there aren’t dividers, because I’m afraid some straight guy is going to think I’m “looking”. 

In this case, the restroom was basically empty. There was one guy at a urinal wearing a Maple Leafs jersey. I walked up, making sure to leave a couple of empty urinals between us. As I was approaching, I noticed this guy had a cup of beer sitting on top of the urinal, and it was a blue Maple Leafs cup. This struck me as odd because I had only seen Bruins’ cups at the stadium. I thought this guy had to have brought the cup from home, like the cup was an accessory for his costume. I found the whole thing funny. That’s when I made a mistake and broke a cardinal men’s room rule… I giggled with my dick out peeing at a urinal.

The Maple Leafs fan looked over at me and asked, “What’s funny? Your own dick making you laugh?”. He was Canadian with a standard “ou” and dropped “r” accent. You’re just going to have to imagine the accent because I’m not going to attempt to write in it.

That stopped my giggling, and my heart started to pound. Realizing I could be in some danger, I decided to be honest, and hoped the guy might find it funny too.

“I’m just laughing at your cup. I haven’t seen one here, and it made me wonder if you brought it from home?”

My heart was racing. The guy seemed to contemplate it for a second, staring at me. “Yeah, brought it from home. I’m not letting some Bruins bullshit touch my lips.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t know how to get out of the situation. I finished peeing and shook off before saying, “Well, blue suits you.” *How fucking dumb.*

“Thanks?” He responded looking me up and down slowly. I zipped up and was turning to leave when he said “I’d never let a Bruin touch my lips. But you look like you’d let a Leaf touch yours…wouldn’t you princess.”

He turned slightly toward me, flashing his cock. He was soft, but his cock was thick with low-hanging balls. He was lightly trimmed but had plenty of hair. My heart was now racing for another reason, I wanted that dick.

He nodded his head toward a stall before walking in that direction, dick still out. He glanced back at me when he entered, groping himself before closing the door.

I stood there for a moment contemplating what to do. I actually washed my hands, taking time to thoroughly dry them and think. The stall door felt like it was strobing and calling my name. I don’t think I would do this today, but back then I was a sucker for an older daddy with, well, any kind of cock. I tossed my paper towel and headed for the stall.

I tapped on the door and entered the stall. My Canadian daddy was standing there, his jeans lowered, cock out and chubbed, but not hard. He was about 5’10” and in his late thirties. He had buzzed brown hair, a scruffy face, and an average body but really thick thighs. 

“About the time you got here, I was beginning to wonder if you wanted this”, he said while shaking his dick.

I leaned in to kiss him, and he stopped me with a stern “no”. He put a hand on top of my head and pushed it down. I collapsed on my knees in front of his cock. I looked up at him as he said, “suck my dick princess”.

I licked his tip and wrapped my lips around his shaft. I savored his taste; he was salty and delicious. He let out a soft sigh as he grew in my mouth. I was in heaven.

This Canadian daddy let out a whispered “fuuuuck”, and held both sides of my head as he began to thrust. I looked into his eyes as he repeatedly slammed into my throat. “Take this dick you Bruins bitch”, his voice low, soft, but commanding.

Minutes went by. I could hear guys coming and going. Urinals flushed, sinks ran, as my daddy moaned. I got him so fucking wet when I pulled off his dick, saliva ran to the floor. The partitions didn’t go to the floor, so if anyone looked, they would have seen my knees in front of a pair of sneakers.

I ran my hand up his shaft, jerking him. “You taste good daddy.” I purred, admiring his fully hard dick for the first time. He had a fat, girthy dick with a rounded head and straight shaft. He was about 6 inches.

“Yeah?—get it back in your fucking mouth then.” He growled at me, keeping his voice low.

He pulled me back on his leaking cock and I got a good taste of precum. Fuck this guy was perfect. I loved everything about him; his smell, his taste, his size, his dominance.

He held the back of my head, and relentlessly pulled me down on his cock. I did my best to get him in my throat, but he was so thick, my eyes watered. I massaged his balls, spreading my saliva over them.

His breathing became uneven as he continued to pound into my throat. I moaned softly and, as he whispered, “Yeah slut—take it—you’re going to swallow my cum.” I moaned again, fully lost on his dick.

He sped up, painfully gripping my hair. I was getting lightheaded, trying not to make noise as I heard him let out short, muffled groans, before he pulled me fully down to his root.

I felt him swell as spurt after spurt of his daddy cum filled my mouth. I swallowed like a good boy, and his hand eased in my hair. I could finally get air. I let myself breathe as I continued to suck his tip.

“Shiiit”, he hissed, his cock becoming sensitive. I looked up at him as he smiled down. “Clean me up” was his final command. I licked and kissed him clean before zipping and buttoning him up. Then he was gone. 

I latched the door behind him, waiting a minute before leaving. A man washing his hands raised his eyebrows at me, but didn’t say a word. I washed up and rejoined my friends who were none the wiser. 

This set off a months-long obsession with Canadian men. I wanted that accent and cock again. Canadian guys are just fucking hot.

Bruins fans, don’t worry, I didn’t become obsessed with the Maple Leafs. There's more than one of you that got more than just my throat. But that’s a story for another day.